Drifting between sleep and wakefulness, the in-between place, where dreams wait to unfold.
Heed the beckoning, that sweet enticement to set aside the shackles of physicality for awhile and fly with all manner of dimensional beings, eagerly awaiting your return.
Feel the cares of the day dissolve.
The lines begin to shift and blur; one more breath and you pass through the veil that separates this reality from the next.
Look. You are still connected to your body.
You are not dead; a part of your spirit is traveling to other worlds, other dimensions while you sleep.
Your spirit craves these connections and the knowledge gleaned from the places you visit; from the beings you meet.
This is where you play.
This is where you learn.
No fear, only adventure.
You are so gloriously alive as you float and fly, dissolve and reassemble, weightless and free.
The energies feel warm, inviting, nourishing, healing, restorative.
Your nightly travels take you wherever your spirit needs to go, realigning with your resting body just before you become fully awake.
Did you not know that you’ve done this countless times before and will continue to do it countless times more before you pass through the veil one last time, when death arrives and escorts you through?
The breakthrough occurs when you understand you’ve always known how to travel, how to leave your body and return, enriched, bursting with stories of adventure, knowledge, and wisdom.